“After this, Charlie,” said Jimmy, looking at his companion, “we ought to tell Bobby all we know about the fellow who threw that egg into the electric fan.”
Their hearers started as though they had been shot.
“Who was it?” cried Fred excitedly.
“Out with it!” commanded Bobby.
CHAPTER XXVIII
TOM HICKSLEY GETS A THRASHING
The boys looked for a moment as though they almost regretted having let the cat out of the bag.
“Come along, now,” urged Bobby eagerly.
“Let’s have the whole story,” cried Fred.
“It—it was Tom Hicksley,” Jimmy stammered.
“I knew it,” cried Fred jubilantly.